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My dick was still aching, like I hadn’t even orgasmed. She hadn’t noticed that I’d come in my pants—thanks to the performance leggings I was wearing under my black sweats.

I’d never done that before. I’d always had self-control like a fucking king. One taste of her, though, and my cock was exploding.

It was theCasey Effect, I decided, and I wasn’t mad about it.

I’d bring her coffee first thing in the morning. I’d be there after class and for lunch. I’d stick to her side until practice, making sure she didn’t have a moment alone to second-guess this anymore than she already was.

And the second I could, I’d get another taste of her.

Casey Larsen, you’remine.

CHAPTER 18

CASEY

It was a fact that I was fucked in the head. My brain was incapable of believing that someone like Parker Davis could really be interested in someone likeme. So when I walked out of my dorm, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I completely froze.

Parker was the most beautiful man on the planet. It was a fact, undisputable in every way.

His shirt was tight, accentuating every one of his muscles and fuck…it wasn’t fair to the rest of us that he could look like that. I had the urge to glance behind me, because I still wasn’t convinced that the smile curving on his lips was actually for me.

Everyone who walked by was staring at him, and who could blame them? It would have been weird if they didn’t. He had this larger than life magnetism that made you want to fall to your knees and worship him.

“Good morning, baby,” he said, holding out a coffee. One that I would bet was my favorite, once again.

I took it, still stunned. Before I could get my words together, he leaned in close, his voice dropping to that low, steady tone that did things to my insides. “One thing you should know aboutme,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine, “Ialwayskeep my promises.”

The words lingered in the air between us, and I just stared at him, speechless. He straightened, his easy confidence in place, and grabbed my hand, pressing a kiss against my skin.

Of course, I blushed, because I couldn’t help but think of where those lips had been just the night before…

I fell into step beside him, warmth from the coffee, and his touch seeping through my veins.

“I have practice this afternoon,” he said, his tone apologetic, like it was something he needed forgiveness for.

There was another home game tomorrow, I remembered.

“Who are you playing?”

He smiled like he thought it was cute that I hadn’t memorized his entire football schedule. When he looked at me like that he made me want to, even though last week had been the first football game I’d ever watched in my life.

“Vanderbilt. They’re not looking that great this year, but it’s a rivalry game, so they’ll be gunning for us.” He glanced at me as we walked.

“You’re going to come, right?”

Before I could answer, the group of students in front of us thinned, and I spotted him—Gray, standing just outside. Since I knew his class wasn’t anywhere near here, it was obvious that he was waiting for me.

At least he didn’t look hungover today.

My breath caught, the now familiar mix of sadness and anger twisting in my chest. But before I could process it, Parker’s arm slid around my waist, his hand settling there like it was where it belonged. I glanced up at him, wondering what he was thinking, but he wasn’t looking at me; his gaze was set firmly on Gray, a clear threat in his eyes.

Gray’s eyes were wild as he stalked toward me, his shoulders tense, jaw set tight. He stopped just inches away, his gaze locked to where Parker’s arm was still firmly around my waist. His face twisted, hurt and accusation clashing in his expression.

“Are you for real right now, Case?” he said, voice thick with disbelief. “I heard rumors last night, but I didn’t want to believe them. I thought…I thought they couldn’t be true.” He shook his head, his face paling as he searched my eyes. “You lied to me. You made me thinkIwas the one messing up. And look at you, fucking around with him the entire time.”

His eyes welled up with tears, and I wanted to die, because I’d never wanted to see him like that.

“Whore,” he whispered, the words sharp and venomous.

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